Too tired to sleep
Too hungry to leave
And too fed up to leave

It's a shame really
I love poetry but can't write it
I love art but can't draw it
And I love you but can't say it

Stop thinking about him he's not going to change

Grief is the price of love

Everything is fine
Until I see models on TV
So I turn off the TV and then
Everything is fine
Until I open up another magazine
And compare myself
To another celebrity
So I close the magazine and then
Everything is fine
Until I walk with my lover down the street
And his head turns to follow a girl and there eyes meet
I make an excuse and go back home and
Everything is fine
Until I close the door behind me and look in the mirror
Suddenly it's all so much clearer
I realize I can't turn off the mirror like a TV I can't close the mirror like a magazine and I can't walk away from it to disappear.
I cry for days
It's me it's me it's always been me
Everything is not fine.
Because I can't make me go away

I'm beginning to wonder if the problems I cannot solve are really just harsh realities that must be accepted

Alcohol hits different when your sad